You’re walking down a long hallway. It is dimly lit by dusty old oil lamps hanging from the ceiling. The floor is a dark hardwood, the walls unpainted. You walk along on a seemingly neverending journey until you reach a closed door at the end. This door is a portal, and if you step through it you will become the very person you wish you could be, the pinnacle of all your own dreams and ambitions.
What does it mean if you step through this door and remain unchanged? Does it mean that you are purely content with who you are now? Or does it mean that you can never escape your fate, no matter whether that is to be condemned to walk this world alone or to become everything they’ve never dreamed of, to be better than they ever thought you could?
Or does it mean that sometimes a door is just a door?